As soon as Bree was teleported through the paper crane handed to Enid, she heard the young man's cold life-threatening spell.
"Bump!" With a wave of Bree's hand, a leaf turned into a bird and hit the life-killing curse. The curse and the bird exploded.
The young man in black robe who issued the death curse was about to cast the death curse on Bree, but his expression changed and he hurriedly used Apparition to leave.
"The dark wizard...he must be here to steal my cards!" Bertha Jorkins shouted, while Enid, who was comforting her, looked at her speechlessly.
"Is everything okay?"
Bree walked up to ask, and saw Bertha Jorkins taking out her cards, looking through them carefully, and said with a sigh of relief: "It's okay."
"Thank you very much, but did you just use Apparition? But why is it different? It was a portkey?" Bertha Jorkins curiously chirped beside Bree.
Enid put the paper crane away and stopped her.
"Enid, send her back." Bree looked at the village of Hogsmeade and his eyes changed. He felt a breath of black magic. It was very weak. If it weren't for the existence of natural magic, it would be difficult for him to detect it.
Bree jumped up and disappeared in an instant. When he saw her again, she was already in the village of Hogsmeade.
Standing on the roof, Brie looked at a house not far away.
When Bree saw the young man in black robe who had just attacked Bertha Jorkins enter the house, Bree let out a soft "heh", and a sense of power spread into the house...
"Look, it turns out that the mouse is looking for his master."
An evil magic was also used to summon Voldemort's soul through the dead baby.
"Why are you so secretive?" A small green snake appeared on Brie's shoulder. The green snake crawled along the house and into that room.
soon……
A magical riot suddenly broke out, and the smell of dark magic instantly aroused the vigilance of the wizards in Hogsmeade.
"What's going on? That's Mr. Barty Crouch's house!"
"Quick, go and have a look!"
"It's the dark wizards, they knocked Mr. Crouch unconscious!"
"Chase, don't let them run away!"
"Detention quickly!"
In an instant, a large group of wizards related to the Ministry of Magic were chasing the young man in black robes and Peter. Peter turned into a mouse and scurried underground. The young man raised his wand and cast a death spell on the wizard behind him.
!
"Bump!" The unsuspecting wizard was almost hit. If Bree hadn't kindly let the wizard fall down, he would have lost his breath.
"It's a dark wizard, don't be soft-hearted!"
The casualties caused by the dark wizards the night before were still vivid in my mind. The eyes of these wizards became fierce and they cast various spells on the young man.
"Collapse!"
"Split into pieces!"
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
The young man's fighting magic was extremely powerful, but it was difficult for him to fight with his four fists. He was soon hit by the magic spell, and blood oozed from his back and dripped on the ground.
"Walk!"
There was a burst of phantom appearance, and the young man disappeared in front of many wizards.
"Follow the magic aura!"
"First notify the Ministry of Magic that a dark wizard has attacked Mr. Crouch, otherwise we will not be able to mobilize Aurors to arrest him!"
…
Bree yawned happily and heard the sound of apparition appearing.
"Did those two people make you angry just now?"
Tom said with a smile hidden in his eyes.
"That was Peter just now, right? What magic was he using?"
Bree glanced at Tom and said to this guy who knew what he was asking: "The magic that the Ministry of Magic won't tell you about is just pity Mr. Barty. He may be pushed out by the purebloods."
"Oh, what happened? Why do you look so disgusted?" Tom patted Brie on the shoulder and said worriedly: "If there is anything, tell me and I will handle it."
"Let's go back first." Bri opened the note and walked into the magic circle, and Tom quickly followed.
When they arrived at Old Mansion, Bree told the story about Alyssa and Dumbledore.
"Real pure blood?" Tom frowned. There was naturally some information about real pure blood in his memory, but there was not much useful value obtained from the school, except for the Malfoy family.
"Abraxas Malfoy, he is the previous generation head of the Malfoy family. He is also a friend of mine in Slytherin, or my investor."
Tom touched his knuckles, thinking about something unusual at the time.
"His death was sudden and bizarre. Maybe the Malfoy family knew something and were willing to tell it. After all, I could see that Abraxas Malfoy had the intention of 'escaping' from pure blood at that time.
, like a kind of self-help.”
"It's a pity that he chose to sacrifice for the sake of his family in the end. His death is more like a sacrifice, yes."
Tom did not experience the death of Abraxas Malfoy, and could vaguely guess something from some information at the time.
"Purebloods are also investing in purebloods, or cultivating an outstanding Slytherin wizard."
"Purpose?" Brie also guessed something.
"Dumbledore, the person who could become Dumbledore's enemy. At that time, they were training Abraxas Malfoy, but unfortunately they found a more suitable candidate."
"In those few years, when I showed my excellence, the purebloods started to fawn over me, like a beggar wagging their tail..."
"Of course, I viewed them with suspicion and never believed them. At the same time, I continued to benefit from them. After that... that was Voldemort's business."
Tom stopped talking. He was Tom Old, not Riddle, and not Voldemort. It was just Bree's need to tell these memories that he didn't want to recall.
Bree rubbed her brows, exhaled and said, "Maybe, after Dumbledore defeated the Dark Lord, his power was too strong. Purebloods will definitely find someone to involve Dumbledore to prevent him from being eaten."
"What about us?" Tom looked at Bree carefully and asked calmly. After all, even the purebloods in the fantasy game can't tolerate it, let alone Bree's desire to publish natural magic and control another magical path.
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Bree smiled confidently.
"Purebloods are afraid of Dumbledore, so they want to create an opponent for Dumbledore. I'm not even afraid of Dumbledore, so will I be afraid of purebloods?"
"Alyssa is afraid of pure blood, so speaking about pure blood in her tone naturally seems extremely terrifying. We are not Alyssa's family, so we don't need to look at the pure blood's face."
"I went to see Dumbledore just to ask Dumbledore to help me see the place so that those purebloods wouldn't get distracted."
Odd's power has not yet been fully demonstrated, and Bree will not mess with her plans just for the sake of pure blood.
Tom raised his eyebrows and smiled widely. This is what his Bree should look like. For Bree, he would also stain the blood of those who don't know the so-called pure blood, and many wizards died in his hands.
Tom continued to ask.
"If we open spellcasting items and natural magic to all wizards, they will definitely be attacked. Oude has an old house that will not be discovered by the outside world, but the fantasy game does not. Do we need to close the store?"
"Just reciprocate." Bree shook his head. He didn't like to waste too much time on those purebloods.
"As long as the pure bloods don't bother us, we don't care about them. Their enemy is Dumbledore, the one who provokes us."
"Besides, how much money can be made from a fantasy game? Looting one or two pure-blood families can make money faster than this. And we have the magic stone and no shortage of money...it's just a matter of fun."
…
Albanian forest——
"Hiss, hiss..."
A python that looked slightly dark green in the dark shuttled through the forest, and there was a rustling sound among the treetops. Strangely, it also held a black-smelling squirrel in its mouth, like a guard.
The python guarded it vigilantly.
"Nagini, stop."
The squirrel suddenly turned its head, revealing a snake face on the back of its head.
The hoarse voice seemed to be talking to himself, and only the hissing of the python that was out of time responded to him.
"Wormtail is calling me, but it's disconnected. He wants to betray me!" Roaring, Voldemort's head was stained with scarlet.
soon…
"Wait a minute, it seems that's not the case. This damn idiot has been discovered by others. He's a waste!"
After realizing that Peter was calling him again, Voldemort's eyes showed a hint of excitement.
"Nagini, go to that damn place and find me... I know you are a smart girl..." Voldemort's voice became weaker and weaker, and soon disappeared from the squirrel in Nagini's mouth.
A magic pattern slowly dissipated, and Voldemort's black energy followed the summons to where Peter was.
Nagini spat out the squirrel that was struggling in her mouth and was in agony. After sensing the location of Voldemort, she began to crawl quickly.
At this time, Voldemort has arrived in the sewers of a certain city, and the foul smell continues to spread. Next to Peter is lying a young baby. The baby's body is covered with magic words, accompanied by the words slowly coming out.
With the black air, the baby's breath became weaker and weaker, and even crying could not be done.
"Stuck..." There was a sound of broken bones. Along with the fragmentation, the baby's skin and flesh began to tighten, as terrifying as a dehydrated mummy.
A baby's body is still too reluctant to accommodate Voldemort's soul, but only a baby with a simple mind can accommodate a foreign soul full of human thoughts.
"Wormtail... ugh!"
"What kind of place is this!" Voldemort, who had just regained his sense of smell, vomited all of a sudden, and the milk from the baby's belly flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
"Master, Master, there are wizards chasing us. Little Barty lures them away so that I can find you." Peter trembled and fell in front of Voldemort in awe, not daring to look at Voldemort, even if Voldemort was now
Even a baby wouldn't dare.
Voldemort looked around and immediately said: "Take me to Great Hangleton!"
In an instant, Peter raised his wand and led Voldemort to perform Apparition.
Voldemort, who had just landed, showed an ugly smile and looked at a large mansion on a high mountain in the distance.
"Riddle House, a dirty place, smells worse than the sewer, but I need you...haha, hahaha!"
"Quack, quack, quack..." Black crows started up from the forest, and dark clouds enveloped the Riddle house.
The old butler who had been staying here and had been criticized for half a century was sitting in a dilapidated wooden house outside the house. Listening to the desolate wind outside, he staggered up and closed the window. But looking from a distance, he actually found
The uninhabited Riddle House was actually lit by candlelight.
"Damn you brat!" the old housekeeper scolded with a smile, and then with the same ferocity as before, he walked out of the hut and walked towards the big house holding an oil lamp.
"This is a Muggle child!"
On the second floor of the mansion, in the flickering candlelight, on the cleaned leather sofa, Voldemort lay and cursed——
"I need wizards. Only wizards' magic can keep me alive temporarily. Muggle blood will only make me smell bad. How despicable it is. It will never be allowed to appear on my body."
"Boom!" There was a muffled thunder, followed by the wind stopping, and then there was another thunderbolt, which flickered like a sharp blade through the dark night, and the white light illuminated Voldemort like a demon crawling out of hell.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The old housekeeper who walked onto the second floor of the house after hearing the sound opened the door, and a green light flashed out.
"boom…"
"Tick tock..." The rain finally fell.
"Go find the bones of Houpo."
"Then find me some milk. Even if it contains a noble soul, this body still needs that nourishment..." Voldemort closed his eyes. He was very weak now.
When he heard that the Philosopher's Stone was in Hogwarts and decided to possess Quirrell, it was actually not the best time for him to be born. Later, the main soul was split into two halves by Bree, and the escaped part went to the Albanian forest.
, that is, him.
Now, he is still not "healthy" enough. Only by resurrecting him quickly can he regain most of his strength.
Peter nodded hurriedly. He was not the one who issued the death curse just now. If his master wanted to kill him, it would be easy.
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"Don't worry, he will be safe. Contacting him rashly will only expose us!"
"yes!"
Soon, Peter left the second floor and headed for the back slope, but the bones of Voldemort's father, Old Riddle, had been dug up by Tom and hidden in a place where even Voldemort could not find it!
"Who is it!" In the heavy rain, Voldemort was held by Peter. He looked at the empty tomb angrily and tremblingly, biting his gums and said: "I can't even find blood magic, who set up a plot against me!"
Without his father's bones, the resurrection ceremony could not be carried out at all, which made Voldemort extremely angry.
"Master, master, could it be Odd!" Peter felt Voldemort's anger and couldn't stop trembling.
"What are you afraid of? Tell me!"
Feeling the trembling of Peter who was holding him, he said with a comforting tone: "Tell me what you know."
Soon, Peter told the story of Bree destroying a Horcrux and resurrecting it, which made Voldemort even more angry, or in other words, became frightened.
"Horcrux!"
Horcruxes are the lifeblood of Voldemort, but obviously Oded has discovered it!
The non-shared memory between the Horcrux and the main soul made Voldemort think that he had the Horcrux as a base. Unfortunately, this is no longer the case.
"The resurrection stone ring, the fake father's bones caused the resurrection to fail...haha!"
"Brie Ord!"
"You and I are at odds with each other!"
A high-pitched roar came from the Riddle family cemetery, and the heavy rain became more and more powerful, but the strong magic wave evaporated the rainwater, forming an area where the rainwater stayed in the air around Voldemort.
"Peter, go get a Muggle and leave it to my Nagini!"
Horcrux!
Voldemort must have a Horcrux he can control!
…
In the Dartmoor Stadium in Devon, England, preparations are being made for the fantasy game World Cup in the near future. In order to prevent Muggles from seeing it, the Ode family started preparations early.
"We need a giant Muggle expulsion spell here." Bree looked at the stadium and said to Tom on the side.
Tom smiled and nodded, but sneezed twice in a row.
"Tom, why are you... sneeze, sneeze!"
"Are you sick?" Tom asked Bree hurriedly without caring about himself.
"Just leave this place to me. I'll take you back first."
Brie shook his head. He could feel that he was not around, and the natural magic was always protecting him.
"Hiss, hiss..."
"Wait a minute Tom, listen, it's the sound of a snake..."